"Don't worry about it, Emerson. It's nothing." he said with what I could guess is annoyance faintly in his voice. I raised a brow and crossed my arms.
"Did you and Sebastian fight again or something?" I questioned him and he shot me a look and that's when I noticed a red mark on his left cheek. I simply just stared at him and sighed. The look he was giving me clearly was asking me to drop the subject. And so I did and went to walk off. We both sighed and went to do our own business.
Walking to my bunk, I whistled to myself quietly. Seeing how it was only my older brother and me, I went to change my clothes for the evening. As I was in the middle of getting dressed, I heard the door open and as I pulled up my pants, I looked to see who it was. The rest of the crew entered the bus and I groaned faintly. The peace was short-lived. And so I climbed into my bunk. Exhausted, it wasn't hard for me to quickly fall asleep into the void of the sweet bliss of dreams.
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The commotion caused me to stir as I heard voices. Groaning and rolling over in my bunk, at least, I think it's my bunk. The voices get closer and louder. The voices sounded familiar. They also sounded feminine. Sitting up, I expected to hit my head on the top of my bunk, but nothing was there. Opening my eyes, I was met with a velvet curtain surrounding the bed I was in. I was completely confused. These surroundings were foreign to me. The voices stopped outside the velvet curtains. They spoke in hushed tones as if they were trying to be quiet and not be heard. Silently, I moved closer to the curtains to hear them more. Taking a moment, I waited, but the voices fell silent. Suddenly the curtains moved, causing me to jump back and yelp. Two figures stood in the opening of the smooth velvet. The light behind them blackened their features to the point where I couldn't see them fully. I could see the faint whites of their eyes and that was about it. One grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the bed and forced me to stand. The figures looked at me and I looked at them. Once my eyes fully adjusted to the light, I glanced at the people before me and taking in everything and them. In front of me stood two women. The first looks to be the eldest. She wore a white-topped long-sleeved dress with flannel that flowed down to the floor. Her hair was pinned back in an elegant bun. She wore no makeup. Her features were well defined. She also wore no jewelry. The expression on her face was stern and hard. She looked faintly familiar to me.
The other one was around the same height as the first. Her hair was a solid black that seemed to have been cut short. She wore dark makeup. On her top eyelids were a sunset red eyeshadow and the same with under her eyelids. She had soft dark brown eyes. But still light enough to see the color as well as black pupils. She has a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her lips were parted with a faint smirk. Her dress was black in color with white and crimson lace along the trim of and the collar. She was also the one who had pulled me roughly out of the bed. She also looked faintly familiar.
This confused me greatly as these women just stared at me intently. Tilting my head, I studied them more. Well, that was until the one in black spoke, "I think he hit his head a bit too hard. Poor thing must have been clumsy." I nearly choked on air when she spoke. Then the eldest spoke up.
"Now now Remi, you're scaring the poor fellow. He only just woke up. Give him time before you start saying such things."
"How am I scaring him?" she removed her hands from me and then sassily placed her hands on her hips and raised a brow at the eldest.
"It's simple really. Judging by his expression he seems shocked, confused, and a hint of disturbed as well." she simply sassed back. I just stared at the two women and slowly backed up. Once on the other side of the bed, I fell off. Shouting out of surprise and leaving a loud thud once I had landed on the floor. Groaning I sat up and that's when I noticed my attire. I wore a Victorian sleeping gown. The girls walked over to check on me. The one named Remi looked concerned as the other one looked slightly unimpressed. I'm going insane...I thought to myself. No no, I must be dreaming...yes I must be. And so I looked up to the women and decided to go along with things.

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FanfictionEmerson is a talented artist as well as musician. Always drawing in his dreams, though what happens when dreams twist realities? This was for an Art History project I did for Junior year. The project was to create a story over a certain artists art...
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